At the wedding, Monica Harper stood in her bridal gown as the pregnant mistress pointed an accusing finger and hurled insults at her.
Without hesitation, Monica tossed aside her veil, left the cheating groom behind, and walked away with her head held high.
In a picturesque little town, she stumbled straight into the arms of Liam Clark—rugged, devastatingly handsome.
A roguish grin curved Liam’s lips. "What a coincidence. I got jilted today too. Wanna make it a pair?"
One reckless night.
He had returned from the battlefield, having witnessed the darkest depths of humanity—yet now, he held the purest girl in his arms.
She was a beacon of light, cutting through the shadows of his bleak existence.
He was an unshakable fortress, shielding her from all harm.
Fate brought them together that night—two souls destined to be one.
